not know why the woman has told you what she has.
She can have no enmity against me, for never until I came to this room
in response to her cries for help had I seen her."

"Come, come," said one of the officers; "there are judges to listen to
all that," and he advanced to lay his hand upon Tarzan's shoulder. An
instant later he lay crumpled in a corner of the room, and then, as his
comrades rushed in upon the ape-man, they experienced a taste of what
the apaches had but recently gone through. So quickly and so roughly
did he handle them that they had not even an opportunity to draw their
revolvers.

During the brief fight Tarzan had noted the open window and, beyond,
the stem of a tree, or a telegraph pole--he could not tell which. As
the last officer went down, one of his fellows succeeded in drawing his
revolver and, from where he lay on the floor, fired at Tarzan. The
shot missed, and before the man could fire again Tarzan had swept the
lamp from the mantel and plunged the room into darkness.

The next they saw was a lithe form spring to the sill of the open
window and leap, panther-like, onto the pole across the walk. When the
police gathered themselves together and reached the street their
prisoner was nowhere to be seen.

They did not handle the woman and the men who had not escaped any too
gently when they took them to the station; they were a very sore and
humiliated detail of police. It galled them to think that it would be
necessary to report that a single unarmed man had wiped the floor with
the whole lot of them, and then escaped them as easily as though they
had not existed.

The officer who had remained in the street swore that no one had leaped
from the window or left the building from the time they entered until
they had come out. His comrades thought that he lied, but they could
not prove it.

When Tarzan found himself clinging to the pole outside the window, he
followed his jungle instinct and looked below for enemies before he
ventured down. It was well he did, for just beneath stood a policeman.
Above, Tarzan saw no one, so he went up instead of down.

The top of the pole was opposite the roof of the building, so it was
but the work of an instant for the muscles that had for years sent him
hurtling through the treetops of his primeval forest to carry him
across the little space between the pole and the roof. From one
building he went to another, and so on, with much climbing, until